4.8.00… 12 AM

I believe I had this dream last night; it's the last one I remember. I'm back at Reed again, and the place is huge and has boring, functional typically institutional architecture. It's like any school. Almost like a high school. I'm trying to register, and I keep getting lost. Then finally I've signed up for all my classes but I keep missing the boring ones I don't like, history, political science, French, because I've been sick for two weeks. I think I'm going to fail and I'm not going to be able to graduate. But then I realize that I'm back in school and I've already graduated; I've just returned because I wanted to catch up on what I missed. But it seems like too much trouble and I just want to drop out. It ends with me in a class room in one of those uncomfortable school desks that wraps around you, ameoba style. I'm trying to squirm away from the Professor's gaze since I haven't done my homework, but he keeps looking right at me, as if he can see my unwilling soul.

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